Destiny

I was searching for destiny, something to call my own. A purpose if you will, a seed thoughfully sown. Like the healing leaves of the nations, it was yet to be known. Kind of like a king, yet to be throned. So I watered and prepared. And as time went past, I believed this was the seed, the one that would last. No love did I spare. To my faith I held fast. Upon my broken heart, you let no shadow be cast. So I continued in prayer, and became blessedly aware. That you were the seed, creating this need. That you are the tree, I was yearning to be, And that I am the branch, known as destiny.